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Butchered at Birth
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Style: Brutal Death Metal.
Year: 1991. Playtime: 36:37 |
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Votes: 7
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Троценко (22.08.2008 23:04:51) |  |
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Хорошее продолжение идей дебютного альбома. | ||
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Magnifique (21.08.2008 21:38:32) |  |
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обложка канешна зачетнейшая :) чуть лучше чем дебютник | ||
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Metaller (27.05.2006 14:00:25) | |
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Вокал хорош, есть несколько неплохих риффов, но звук не убедительный | ||
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Dark (05.06.2005 19:26:03) |  |
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Если сравнивать этот альбом с дебютным,то сразу бросается в глаза подросшее мастерство музыкантов как в обращении с музыкальными инструментами, так и в поэтическо-музыкальном плане. Поэтому создаётся впечатление, что эти два альбома записывали разные люди; ну а слушается этот альбом и сейчас замечательно. | ||
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Bethrezen (Carniburo) (24.12.2003 04:14:46) | |
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За обложку! | ||
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1. Meat Hook Sodomy 2. Gutted 3. Living Dissection 4. Under The Rotten Flesh 5. Covered With Sores 6. Vomit The Soul 7. Butchered At Birth 8. Rancid Amputation 9. Innards Decay Chris Barnes - Vocals Alex Webester - Bass Rob Rusay - Guitars Jack Owen - Guitars Paul Mazurkiewicz - Drums All Music Composed By CANNIBAL CORPSE. All Lyrics By Chris Barnes. Produced By Scott Burns. Engineered By Scott Burns. Cover Artwork By Vincent Locke (p)&(c) 1991 METAL BLADE Records Zorro 26 |
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CANNIBAL CORPSE 1991 "BUTCHERED AT BIRTH" 1.MEAT HOOK SODOMY Butchery my meat hooks sharpened to penetrate. Emasculate gouging crotches I will eat. Hung upside down, holes punctured half-chewed Gristle, debanchers with dead bodies,turning green.Upheaveal of human entrails.Deterioration of granted genitals,dangling from the hooks. Obscene feelings deep inside me.Dislocating separating a blood-drenched body.Begin the anal grouting.Awaiting insertion to rip out intensine.Bodily destruction.Vulgar molestation.Trea- chering never ending soul ripping.Lifeless bodies rot,petrified.Glodding veins.Pressure building. Seabbing clotted sores dehydrate.Condemned to life of obscurity.Dismal dimensions of my being,I explore my thoughts.Through murder. Devoting my life to mutilation.Streams of blood saturate grubs feel on dilapidated.Stamps,darkness,overshadowing the killing.Eyes now dialate. Bodies disintegrate.Razor sharp hooks implanted in your rectum.Splitting bodies,spilling guts of the ground.Sodomizing living beings with my utensils.Stabbing out your lifestripped of all your skin.Disguising to the world.Beauty to my eyes-the body lying naked,discharging my infection.Invigorating while I kill intoxicating.Invoking suffering of human beings.Grinding orfices my only therapy.Sculpting gore.Muscle tissue.Reshaping.Mounds of flesh,deformation skulls of victims stacked like trophies.Bleeding from your arse sudden blood ejection. 2.GUTTED A tale of the deranged,this savage brutal being.A shoking way of life living of human offspring. Murder of the innocent,his pale grey face expressionless. Horrid dismemberment.One persons tortured,is another's pleasure.Maliformation a diseased brain.Unsuspecting,slowly dying,as his knife invades.The child screams of pain no one hears.Blood splotches now appear,ecstasy through. Each cut,how the body twitches the gutted.Little torso ready to be cooked.Isolated in his own mind the need to kill.Now possesses his body self mutilated.Between killings ejacu- lation,cut off appendages.Of formed victims,sexual violence,satisfaction.Dismembodied corpses, spewing gore.On his bloody soaked with their fluids,various digestive parts and assourted meat. Plunging his fist down the throat ripping out.The guts internal extraction.The entire body bleeding. The heart stomps pumping.The child lying dead,just another gutted infant.To satisfy his hunger temptations of the flesh.Voracious appettite.Killing to release pure souls to the heaven.Justification of this killing self-torture.Stiffening pain he sees the faces of the dead.Guts are strewn of the children.Splintered bodies poke through skin.Gratification through castration.Roasting parts for consumption. 3.LIVING DISSECTION Fingers missing from hands,redy to snap bones and necks pieces together from dead tissue. Body parts crudely sewn,face is smashed to pulp drooling from an empty socket.Brain-half- dead.Hungry for flesh-many souls commanding my existence-my body alive,I deify the life I've been given.I should have remained dead.Experiment on dead tissue,convulsing bodies on the table.Re-animation of the dead,rusty scapals cutting skin.Pieced together parts and parts. Transplanting human life.Rotten organs,rectal pus.Spitting up your galbladder.Donations of bodily organs carved from broken bodies.Eyes melting,skin exploding.Everybody bleeding. Meat inter-changed from mutilated stiffs.Parts of the dead are never to rest.Lymphatic nodes. Implode while the brain corrodes.Bodies sold to science,profiting from the dead.Creation of a being never known to man.Heart is pumping pus through the body,sliced in sections; the putrid infection.Regaining life from beyond-to rip the flesh from your bones.Stripped of flesh,unsightly. Torn to two,slicing through you.Live organss needed to remaniated.Pathologist saving the skull of the donor now he lies dead,awaiting a new brain.Recycling the bodies parts of the dead. Explosing their insides,slitting their necks.Finding a way bringing life to the corpse,once dead on my table.Soon to walk again.Fingers missing from hands.Ready to snap bones and necks. Pieced together from dead tissue.Face is smashed to pulp,drooling from an empty socket.Brain half-dead,hungry for flesh.Many souls commanding my existence,my body alive,I deify the live I've been given.I should have remained dead. 4.UNDER THE ROTTED FLESH Under the flesh.Rot my lust for decayed corpses dead bodies exhumed.Their coldness enduses me endless defilement,re-occuring relapses perverse with the dead soon I will kill for myself. Impending suffering,spasms shooting through me nauseation.A cannibalistic necrophile violating the body putrified mouldering gorging on the rotted flesh.Cutting off the body's head,drinking from its severed neck as I rip the corpse in half.Human shit for nurishment.Coprophagia con- suming faces of the dying,as the bowels let loose defecation flows down my throat excremental injestment.Reflections of things to come,mirrored in the dead one's eyes my fantasy of murder. Incarnated open wounds gushing,blood on skin coagulated tortured of the wretched.No one cares of their dead appaling odor wrecking,piles of rotten bodies.The bodies prepared for slaughter, wallowing in your own blood.Grinding of your fingers and toes feeding on your meat.I immerse my sharpened implement into a flesh bleeding gash her body used for my sick desires.The blood thirst I,can't control.Many more must suffer.Disposal of the dead,the corpse chopped to bits licking up the drivel.The gore enrages me.All I kill a new creation,my work of art bodies torn apart.Liver quivering at my feet.Eyelids cut off to watch your own dismemberment cutting through arteries nerves exposed.Feel the power of pain. 5.COVERED WITH SORES Bleed on me,digestiny the clotted scabs.Blood thirsty-ungodly.Passing on my cures the spell of pussing pores.Of those I infect become my loyal servants.To ride me of my own rot whitting meat from the bones of the dead.Pulverizing pelvic regions with a sledge.The mutilated bodies I leave rotting after,I have fucked them with my knife.Becoming a product of my own nightmares a bleeding sack of infection,years deceased.I hide my slobbering skin.Covered by a victim slap. I love to watch the blood ooze down the bodies stump.Like sap, a vulgar way of life my hideous side.Now revealed.Remembering the future is the key -to unlock my past.Leaking membrane consuming bodies.Carving out the cunts,blood my lubrication.Spewing pus of rotten skin I celebrate my cruelty boils begin to form,dripping on my tongue.Swallowing throbbing glands, the juice leaks from my lips my only thirst is pus eruption of cysts.Incurable disfigured I rape the dying horrific sights now manifest.Penetrated inner organs.The ruptured organs leak the fluid that I seek.To break the incantation of my damnation.Split wide open,bloating organs burst.Nerves up-rooted,re-opening healed wounds on my body.Sucking on the sores.Injecting my own fluids.Self-parasitic puss indulgement. 6.VOMIT THE SOUL Grotesque,cripped,carved up carcass.Evil controlling my mind the fear of dying expired of life,to vomit the soul.I am dead within myself.The end a beginning to a new life in hell.I'm your path to everlasting pain mass extinction of the human population.Son of the devil the evil incarnation.Maniacal mass murderer mutilating mortals,the child born unto evil trapped within the statue of flesh.Vipers travel through bodily orfices,blessed by the devil under inverted crosses,religious ways,lies controlling minds.I walk among mortal beings,but I have died-escavating graves I search for decay packs of flesh driving zombies ready to feast I suffer forever living only to dismember.Open season of human,laughing I watch them die,they bleed so easily.Their blood flows through my body I need to taste the flesh exposing for pulsing ar- teries.Removing vital organs,not stopping till you're died.Pus from your eyes carnal ways indulge in the gore.Slaughtered yu lie in a pile of warm guts.Constricted corpusles coagulated to human form,creating a race of immortal beings,rot away dead bodies,set a flame.Searing flesh,broken necks,you can't kill what already dead.De-evolution,hunting for life.Cannibalism, immortality rip and slash a society,of mass murder.Bleeding slow.I take away your life and leave you lying cold decapitated body.Searching for its head.Anticipate apocalypse,rising dead dismembering,hacking limbs,bleeding cracking rips-torture us.Blessed by the devil,under inverted crosses.Religious ways,lies,controlling minds.I walk among mortal beings,but I have died.Escavating graves.Desolate.Empty hollowed corpse,desecrate forced to eat your flesh. Extracting purity violat.Twisted bodies rot away. 7.BUTCHERED AT BIRTH Birth is always painful,decaying in the womb,trapped within his body.A bleeding human tomb gutted bitch lies dead emptied of the child chewing on the cord his life line to this world afterbirth is following.The stench is overwhelming.My body growing stronger,my pain turns to torture. Severing its bloodline a butchered infant carcass.Meat from the unborn,the freshed of kills chopped up children,bathing in blood-contoured and festering I rot in disgust.Regeneration of my body mother ripped apart.Smashing in her face.My knife cutting holes,fucking her remains. Esophogus carved out.Crushing cartilage.Bile oozing from punctures in your liver.Ripping meat within,chewing in intestine.Bladder spurting urine,sights of defection now grow infection. The child ripped to shreds.Drinking its excretions zombification ejaculation over mutilation. On the mother's body naked into pieces-the sludge from my cock gives her life once again. Sewing the remains of her child deep within her.Reborn through evil.My torture known thro- ughout hell.Heed to his calling the demons await my next kill; carnage is my fetish.Body cavi- ties scraped of guts; brains seeping from cracks as my axe continues to hack. 8.RANCID AMPUTATION Torsos hang from their own interstines-raped of all bodily extentions,stumps wreathing in the sludge; life in fection; suffering through a rancid amputation; a pulsating artery accomaimed by some veins sit with no restraint; sucs of pus develop.My muscles tighten as I feel the rush. I look at your body staring gush.I slice through the limb a human dissections portions of half- eaten flesh in my mouth staring to chew your your now bleeding stump.I will swallow your pus your own rectal slime.I'll force you to drink.Vessels explode as needles injected.Uncontrollable. My brain tormented.Slit from head to toe,die through the torture.Disease engulfs you internal rot.Fresh cut wounds,beginning to the clot-ripping through flesh is what I do best.Tear off an arm-amputated neck.Eyes removed,cranium smashed.Decomposed remains severd in half. Dying slowly,never to rest,nerves are quivering as I rip.Removal of life on the blade of my knife.Inserted in your spine,smashing through bone.Feel my hell,I feed on fright.Rape the limbless cadaver. 9.INNARDS DECAY Rotting alive.Tearing my way through the meat.Driven to kill,my230. brain twitching for guts. Devoted to evil.Severed arteries gush.Hungry for the blood.Life is to decay.Victims meet my blade,carving out organs.A world of pain and terror.Visions of the future-premonition of the evil, forthcoming eve of darkness the chosen one will come eyes torn out bodies cut in half; twisted corpses hang from broken necks-demented madman,unholy rampage.Impaled cranium beginning to drain sodomizing the carcass,chew the anal rot,sewn within the body the dark becomes my light.Live inside the shell.Feed upon infection.At one with the dead.I rip my wa through.Easy prey, difigured bodies decompose-chewed limbs drip with pus,intestinal strangulation.Humans left ripped apart.Lap up the dripping goo.Wretched chunks of bleeding flesh.Internally you rot away.My need to kill,induced by hate,betrayal of trusted ones.My mark left on this earth, victim of my slaughter.Souls of my dead,murdered by my hand.Blood on my face,innards decay. Snapping necks,chewing flesh,insatiable thirst, floor blood,slicing throats,viciously uncontrollable insanity.Tear out the beating heart.Engulf the quivering spleen,chew the meat.Death is my life. Life is to decay victims.Meet my blade carving out organs.A world of pain.And terror,visions of the future.Premonition of the evil.Forthcoming eve of darkness.Eyes torn out bodies cut in half.Twisted corpses hang from broken necks demented madman,unholy rampage.Impaled cranium beginning to drain. Produced & engineered by Scott Burns.Recorded at Morrisound Recording,TA,FL. Mastered by Eddie Shreyer at Futuredisc. C.C. F.C. P.O.Box 41 Orchard Park NY 14127 |
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